His tongue was hot, rough, and authoritative. He licked her from bottom to top, a long, slow stroke that made Sofia's toes curl and her head thud back against his high-backed leather chair. She scrambled to cover her mouth with her hand, desperate to muffle the undignified shrieks of pleasure that wanted to erupt from her throat.
Alaric didn't show mercy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue with a punishing intensity while his hands gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. He drank her in, tasting her juicy cream.
He paused for a second, his lips glistening, and looked up at her. She looked like a masterpiece: hair disheveled, lips swollen, and eyes glazed with lust.
"Who, Sofia?" he demanded, his voice a vibrating rumble against her inner thighs. "Who do you belong to?"
Sofia's chest heaved, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Even now, with her body screaming for him to continue, her stubbornness wouldn't break.
